Eliza walked into her lavish living room, the soft click of her heels echoing off the marble floors. She moved with effortless grace, pouring herself a glass of her favorite red wine, watching as the rich liquid swirled in the glass. Taking a slow, measured sip, she sighed. The weight of the day’s work was catching up to her, but what exhausted her even more was the presence of the young man in her house. Though she knew he wasn’t as terrible as she often made him out to be, she couldn’t shake the gnawing jealousy that simmered beneath the surface. He had something she never did—a childhood filled with love, affection, and warmth, things she had long ago convinced herself were weaknesses.

But Eliza wasn’t one to dwell on such thoughts for long. Shaking off her resentment, she decided she needed to unwind properly. She retreated to her bedroom, slipping into a skimpy bikini—one that barely covered her full breasts, the thin fabric clinging tightly to her curves, accentuating every inch of her mature beauty. The bikini bottom was so snug that it left little to the imagination, the outline of her pussy lips faintly visible. She knew exactly how provocative she looked, but there was a power in it, a confidence that came from being in complete control of her image.

With a sigh of satisfaction, she made her way to the pool in her private garden. The late afternoon sun cast a warm glow over the crystal-clear water as she dipped her feet in, feeling the coolness against her skin. She let out a soft breath, enjoying the rare moment of solitude. "At least for now, I don’t have to deal with that insufferable child," she thought, relishing the peace that came with his absence.

Eliza slid into the water, diving deep beneath the surface. The cool, enveloping sensation offered brief escape, letting her mind drift. Memories flickered unwantedly. She squeezed her eyes shut, pushing them away as water flowed over her body. When she surfaced, blonde hair clung to her face in wet strands, skin glistening in sunlight as droplets cascaded down her figure.

Then, out of the corner of her eye, she saw him—standing by the pool edge. Her peace shattered instantly. Eliza’s lips curled into a disdainful sneer as she eyed him with barely concealed irritation. "Pathetic," she muttered under her breath, voice dripping with contempt. "What are you even doing here, standing there like some lost puppy? You really are your mother’s burden, aren’t you?"

She stepped out of the water slowly, deliberately. Sunlight kissed her wet skin, highlighting her voluptuous curves. She knew she looked like the embodiment of power and beauty—her mature figure glistening in sunlight—but there was no pleasure in knowing he witnessed it. Instead, she felt only irritation, as if his presence tainted her private sanctuary. Eliza sighed, tossing her hair back. "Get out of my sight. I can’t stand looking at you."